Leandra Parsons

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down my front, cupping my breasts and toying with my nipples until Julian groaned, his bottom lip sliding between his teeth. “I’m never going to recover from this,” he said, his husky voice nearly doing me in. “Good,” I repeated with a naughty grin.
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